tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562032584293780619.post4960086460884462308..comments2024-03-22T17:40:01.740-07:00Comments on Ghost Hunting Theories: Mom's QuirksSharon Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13609356325356264202noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562032584293780619.post-77504831748813409652012-05-14T06:51:52.290-07:002012-05-14T06:51:52.290-07:00Great Post.
Thank you for sharing.
I hope you had...Great Post.<br />Thank you for sharing.<br /><br />I hope you had a great mothers day.Kateri Von Stealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05168871921423248029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562032584293780619.post-83931959888428669872012-05-13T17:54:49.413-07:002012-05-13T17:54:49.413-07:00Thanks for the Mom stories, Sharon! I especially ...Thanks for the Mom stories, Sharon! I especially like the ones about wind instruments causing mental retardation, and ironing clothes/turning to stone. Our parents are always examples for us, and even when they're bad examples we can learn from them (like the way you learned to dispute your mother's illogic). As for nurturing, I can't remember any occasion when my own mother (another product of the Great Depression) ever hugged me or told me she loved me... the closest she ever got to physical affection was when she'd spit on a kleenex and scour my face with it, like a momcat might wash a kitten. But I've no doubt she loved me and my brothers fiercely in her way, and being raised by her taught us all to see that love can be expressed in many different ways.Scrolling Stonehttp://www.gardenofezen.comnoreply@blogger.com